Footfalls to a sudden halt!
Eerie silence welcomed an unexpected reunion.
Eye to eye, unspoken thoughts colliding
Ghost’s gone, and the dead had come.

After long years of wandering
Somewhere ahead, an intersection:
A rendezvous after a tiresome journey,
But the road to home got rusty.

Eye to eye, fire awakened;
Rage rose into fatal amber, clouding sight.
Sharp gaze escaped, piercing deep
His blood in his had long been desert dry.

So many summer years passed,
He already forgot how to fly kite.
And finally, when one of them spoke,
’twas the man talking, not the son.

© Gheeneil


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